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Lumaro announced as his Hummer car stopped in front of a big castle-like building, which truly amazed Grazziena. When Grazziena got out of the hummer and stepped down the land of the Cold Mountain Pack, all of a sudden, a whistling strong wind hissed like chanting that filled her ears and brought shivers to her whole body.

As if he was looking for something else. "Safe!" he thought. Grilled Meat Tavern - Gorgon was known as one of the worst taverns in the Black Market Trading Area, especially on the ground floor or ground level of the Fortress. Not only were the dishes notoriously bad due to their strange and unfamiliar seasonings, but the waiters were notorious for behaving like thugs. They look more like bouncers than friendly and polite waiters. Although there were rarely any visitors, in fact you could count on your fingers the number of visitors in a whole day, no more than ten.

“But I have to do this. For—” “For the pack.” I finished while cutting him off, and gave him a soft smile. “I know. You’re a great leader, Dominic, and the Bloodhound pack is lucky to have you as its Alpha.” He chuckled, and a hint of a smile crossed his lips, “Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.” “Anytime.” I said, then I turned back to the window, watching the clouds. After a couple of hours, we landed in Frostvale, home to the Grimhold pack. Frostvale was a cold town, and the winters were usually more intense, so the people here wore way more clothes.

Wrath said. I followed Grim down a long hallway. He opened a back door and we stepped out onto a porch in the back yard. There was a pool, a play area for kids, wooden picnic tables and a bar. It was a nice setup and I could see that they’d spent money on the place. It wasn’t what I expected from a biker bar. “Beer?” I nodded my head as Grim walked over to the bar and pulled two beers out. He made his way over to one of the picnic tables and placed the beer down in front of me.

“It’s the right call. But you’ll be missed here.” Before the silence could settle, Grim leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his voice steady. “I’ll be heading out too. By the weekend, I’ll ride for Texas. My club needs me back, and things here are finally settling enough that I can go.” Kat’s gaze flicked between them, her voice quiet but firm. “It feels like everyone’s leaving.” Grim gave her a small smile, rough but reassuring. “Not leaving, little queen. Just going back to keep our own houses in order. You’ll still have us when you need us.”

I said, pecking her on the lips. The cashier looked away and I chuckled grabbing Tori's hand. We got out of the drug store only to bump into three armed men. I recognized the tattoos on their forearms. Scorpion's eye organization. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be" I said, moving forward but was stopped by one of the men. "Wait. We know you. You're The Grim" the taller one said. I narrowed my eyes. "Uh- not today, big guy. Not today" I said, driving my elbow into his face.

Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, my stomach dropping as I feared for Mum, who Grim turned to glare at, his red eyes darkening. "Yes, but I only get to call her that if you want your tongue intact." He threatened and then led me away. Immediately the door was closed and we were outside in the corridor, I stared at him. Grim was now different. His long, curly, black hair was plaited, his ears pierced with small earrings. He took his lower, red lips into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around my waist, bending his head against mine. The air around immediately turned suffocating, goosebumps covering my body as he leaned in and placed his lips on mine.

“Oh, weren’t you informed? Haven’t you been reading the papers? Everyone has a nickname for him now. He is known as Reed the Conqueror! Highly feared throughout the territory, both by his kind and by the other races.” But Grim didn’t see that vision. The only thing he saw and was appreciative of was the place to lay his head that had just been offered to him. “Thank you for the shelter,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Right now, all I need is some rest, and I’m good to go.” Meanwhile, the Vanessa house had been eerily silent since Grim had walked out of there. All that had happened was Judy being sent after Jimmy to keep him in check, and that was it.

They make the best smoked salmon. DANTE Three Miles Away... "That cheap low-class restaurant?" I muttered to myself while reading the fax paper. "What was that?" Riccio asked me as he studied one of our ships on a monitor screen, making its way past the Atlantic from Italy. We were in the warehouse doing late-night rounds for our next wine sales. "The Grove," I replied. Riccio grimaced. "That place is a dump; one of my cousins used to work there." "Jason?" Romanelli called from his desk. "The one who knocked up his girlfriend and still lives in his mother's spare room."

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped